Yopp
by MagickyMuffin
Summary: When Mayor Ned falls ill and is out of commission, it's up to Sally O'Malley to take his place. So who is going to watch over 96 Who girls over the summer holidays? None other than their older (and only) brother, Jojo! He may have saved Whoville, but taking his parents' roles could prove to be even harder. Basically, it's all about Jojo and his many sisters.
1. I'm Jojo

**Here's a bit of backstory. Chapter two will begin the actual plot.**

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><p>My name is Jojo McDodd.<p>

You probably recognize me as "that one little Who boy who saved all of Whoville by shouting YOPP to the sky." The adults do, at least. At my school I'm more commonly known as "that emo kid who doesn't say anything." Well, I should tell you that I am _not_ emo. At least, I don't think I am? I don't cut my wrists or cry myself to sleep or anything like that. Those are a few stereotypes that are unfortunately placed upon the title "emo". The kids at my school are right about one thing though; I don't talk a whole lot.

It's been that way for a long time now. You'd think that after the Beezlenut Oil Incident, when I said my first word in about three years, (yopp), I would suddenly be cured of my selective mutism. Actually, after the Incident, everything simply went back to normal. Nothing seems to have changed. The Whos seem to have completely forgotten that our world is a speck compared to Horton's world - The Jungle of Nool, he called it - and continued their lives in a way that suggested nothing bad would ever happen again. I guess I should try to think like them... nothing bad _ever_ happens in Whoville. (Despite me having to save it from boiling in beezlenut oil.) We turned out alright in the end, and that's what matters.

You know who hasn't changed either? My dad. Ned McDodd, mayor of Whoville. Out of all of his 97 children, I am the oldest. That qualifies me to become the next mayor when he retires. Super, right? I don't want to be the mayor, but my dad just expects so much of me... he really believes I can do a good job at it. Or, at least, he acts that way around me. He doesn't seem to get that being mayor is not what I want to be. Not that I really have a choice in the end.

That's not the worst part. Out of all of the children, I am the only guy. How do I live with 96 sisters you ask? Let's just say, it _is_ as bad as it seems. There's no sugarcoating how difficult it can be. Luckily my mom, Sally O'Malley McDodd, is the best mom any Who could ask for. She really is awesome for taking in all these daughters from orphanages and stuff, but I do wish there was a brother or two involved in the mix. My mom actually opened our home to all unwanted children, but it's all girls now, because no boy would ever want to stay in a house with so many. You didn't think she actually gave birth ninety-seven times right? Nope, only thirty-nine times.

I'm one of my parents' only biological children, along with thirty-eight others, but I can't really remember which ones... we kinda blended together into a giant family, you know? Somehow, my lovely siblings all avoided the whole "qualifying to be mayor" thing. It's all up to me. I am the "chosen one." Jojo McDodd, the mayor's one and only son. The one unhappy Who in a city where everything is great and nothing bad happens. The one who is weird because he doesn't say a thing. The one who can't do anything right. How does that even happen? Why can't the _second_ oldest be next in line? Hm... I guess that would be Holly. She's too crazy to be a mayor. Never mind.

I'll just have to suck it up or something...

Like I said, it's hard sometimes, but I do love all my sisters. Very much. Who wouldn't?


	2. Snotty tissues

"JOJO! JOJOJOJO!"

A few high-pitched voices cut through my sleeping state, forcing me to jerk awake and lift my head up. I was startled, but this is usually how I get my wake-up calls. Unfortunately for me I was out at the observatory most of the night, so I was especially tired this morning. I pushed back the hair that fell in my face and let out a huge yawn. Then I rubbed my watering eyes and glared at whoever disturbed me.

Fuzzy pink, green and purple colors stood before me. As my vision focused I recognized them as Annie, Maddie and... it was either Hazel or Holly, I wasn't too sure. Oh wait, Holly was the one with lighter green fur. This was Hazel.

I gave them a questioning glance, then turned to look at the alarm clock sitting on my nightstand. 7:05 in the morning? In the summer? Ugh, what's so wrong with letting people get sleep around here? The three sisters that barged in were still talking excitedly, and annoyingly.

"He's awake, _finalliy_." Annie sighed. "You look funny when you sleep Jojo!"

I glared angrily and fell back on my pillow, pulling the covers up to my face.

"Well with that attitude-" Hazel began with a mocking edge to her voice.

"Get up! Mom needs to talk to you." Maddie, the smallest of the trio, jumped up onto my bed suddenly. She climbed on my stomach, causing the breath to puff out of me. "It's important, Dad's sick!"

_Dad's sick? _I echoed in my head. He _never_ gets sick. He's the _mayor._ He is very proud of his position, and would never allow something like an illness to get in the way of his work. If Mom needed me because Dad was sick, then this must really be an emergency.

"Come on!" Annie and Hazel each took one of my arms and pulled me off my bed, causing both my blanket and little Maddie to fall to the floor. "Hurry hurry!" Annie roughly pushed me forward.

I let out a noise that was a bit like a growl and led the way out of my room. They needn't shove me, I just woke up for Seuss's sake! I ended up moving at a quick pace though down the hallway, despite my grogginess. The three wake-up callers followed me, and two or four more sisters saw what was going on and came too. We all ran to our parent's room.

I hesitated a bit at the door, hearing my mother's gentle tone inside. My father answered back in a hoarse, weak voice. Boy, he really was sick.

"No, don't get up Neddy, I sent Annie to get Jojo. It'll be okay. I already called, they said you are too sick to work today."

"Sally-" a loud cough. "I'm the mayor." He cleared his throat. "I always have to work."

"Nope. You're staying in bed today. The doctor said with all this stress and the virus spreading around you can't be doing mayoral duties."

"Heh, 'duty'..."

"Ned, you dumb-"

Out of the corner of her eye, Mom spotted me poking my head through the door. "Jojo, come in."

I did, and about five sisters came after me.

"I said _Jojo_." Mom told them firmly.

With groans and protests, my sisters left the master bedroom, leaving me feeling a little nervous. I inhaled and walked slowly to the bed, stopping to look at my poor Dad.

Used tissues were overflowing the trashcan and on the floor. Medicine bottles and a few empty glasses were on the nightstand, while a red thermometer betrayed how bad the fever was. My dad's brown fur was all ruffled, and his nose was a little crusty. His cheeks were red and his eyes were watery. He was a hot mess for sure.

"Jojo, son, your father has the Who-flu. He won't be able to go into work today so I've offered to take his place until he gets better. Now I have to leave in about fifteen minutes. I didn't hire a babysitter, so you can watch the little ones right? Have your older sisters help out."

My eyes widened. She was talking about _ninety-six_ children I have to look out for. _Are you crazy? I can't do this. I can't do anything right..._

Mom read my expression like a book. "You're 17 now, you'll be fine. And Holly is 16 so she can help out too. You're both old enough to take care of your sisters. Now, I've given your father some sleeping medicine so he will be asleep for a few hours. Hopefully." She stopped to give me a kiss on my cheek. "You'll be fine. I'll be back at 9 tonight. If you need anything remember to call me. Not text, _call._"

I nearly sighed.

Mom turned to look at Dad. "You be good. If you need anyone's help ring the bell." She held out a large golden bell, no doubt for him to ring when he's hungry.

"Sally, are you sure you'll be okay? After all, you're not a...mayor." Ned stopped once Sally raised a brow at him. "You're right, you'll be fine."

Sally set the bell next to the sick mayor's arm. "Okay, bye sweetie." She ruffled my hair and stepped outside. She was gone, and I was in charge. _Noooo..._ I turned to look at my dad, who was already starting to snore softly. Well that was fast; at least for now I don't have to worry about him. But I do have to make sure all my sisters get breakfast.

This is going to be a long morning.


	3. Marshmallow cereal

Leaving my parent's room and looking down from the winding white staircase, I spotted my mom by the front door. She bent down to give a few of my younger sisters a kiss on the head and waved goodbye to the rest of us. I stood lingering at the top step, looking down at the crowd of colorful fur. My sisters' voices rang loudly in a chorus of farewells, so it took a moment for my poor mom to make herself heard again.

"Jojo is in charge! Make sure you listen to him and behave yourselves. Also your father is sleeping so don't all talk at once, you'll be too loud. Love you, bye!" With that she was gone.

There was a brief and peaceful moment of silence, before -

"I can't believe Dad is sick!"

"How are we supposed to 'listen' to Jojo if-"

"Where is Jojo anyway?"

"There he is!"

Ginger spotted her older brother and stood up tall, pointing at me. Ninety-six or so eyes traveled up the stairs to look at me. I shrunk a little, then realized they were expecting something from me. I jumped up and leaned over the railing, pointing to the kitchen. My sisters immediately ran to the destination, chatting along the way. _Phew_; at least they were cooperative. But now I had to make sure every sister got her breakfast.

Luckily for me, mostly everyone knew how to make her own, so all I really had to worry about was the little ones and the mess they were sure to make. I ran down the spiraling stairs and approached the kitchen. I saw some of the older girls making pancakes, and assumed automatically that they knew what they were doing. So I looked around the big room for Hedy, the youngest of us all. She probably wanted cereal but I knew she didn't know how to get it all by herself.

My littlest sister ended up finding me first. I felt a soft tug on my arm and looked down to see her big brown eyes and bright orange fur. She had a large white bow on the top of her head and a pleading smile on her face.

"Jo-jo...cereal?" One of the few words she had mastered, and of course it would be the name of her favorite food. I nodded, smiling, and took her hand gently. I walked with her to the pantry. We had to wait a second for a few of my other sisters to pick out food and move out of the way, before I could look up at our selection of cereals on the top shelf. I assumed she wanted the one with marshmallows. Unfortunately, although I have grown a lot since the Beezlenut Incident last year, I was still far from reaching the top shelf.

I held up a finger in front of Hedy, telling her to wait a moment. She watched patiently as I ran to grab a chair, climb on top and reach for the marshmallow cereal. I grabbed it and showed it to her so she could confirm that this was what she wanted, and she nodded excitedly, her curls bouncing.

I poured some in a bowl for her and added some milk, then placed it on the mile-long table (which had rotating chairs that sat 100 Whos by the way). Hedy grinned merrily and began to eat, enjoying every moment of it. I chuckled softly, feeling affection for the smallest McDodd.

I wouldn't dare admit this, but Hedy was one of my favorite sisters for sure. She didn't whine or complain often, and always had a bright smile on her face. On top of that, a bonus for me, she didn't seem to mind at all that I didn't talk. Better than I could say for a lot of my sisters, who thought I was weird or something.

I watched Hedy eat for a moment, looking around occasionally for any other sister that needed my help. All seemed okay. When I turned to look at her for a third time I realized that her chair had moved... but only Mom and Dad were allowed to set the chairs to rotate. Who turned it on? I looked at the head of the table and gasped. Why was Dad awake?!

"Hello Misty how are you?" He sniffled.

"I'm alright..." The seven-year-old with blue fur looked at her father strangely. "Are you okay Dad?"

"Just fine, what do you mean?" The mayor cleared his throat as his voice had failed at the last word.

"Um, you're sick Dad. You should be resting."

"No, since your mom isn't here this morning I need to check up on you girls while it's breakfasttime and you all are at the table." The twelve-second timer rang and the chairs rotated again, another daughter stopping in front of Dad. "Ah, Jenny, how are you this morning?"

_Why aren't you asleep? _I stomped over angrily towards him. It took a moment for him to realize I was there. I folded my arms and looked at him expectantly.

"Oh...hey Jojo. Go sit down I'll talk to you in twelve seconds." He stopped to cough.

I scoffed at him and pointed to the stairs.

"Oh I know I should be resting, but I need to check up on everybody. We do this every morning," Dad insisted. I continued to glare at him. "I know you're in charge today J-dawg, but-"

I jumped up to grab his hand and dragged him off his seat. Jenny sat blinking at us. I pulled him out of the kitchen and marched him up the stairs, while he complained and protested like a child would. "Aww I don't want to sleep all morning!"

I rolled my eyes and lead him to his bed. He got in, grumbling, and pulled the covers over his body. I went over to his nightstand and picked up the bottle of pills he supposedly took. _May cause drowsiness and random nap-taking. _So why wasn't he sleepy? I know when Mom and I left him earlier he was asleep... or pretending to be.

_Ugh. _I turned to look at him again, and he was snoring. It actually looked like he was asleep this time. _Hm, you better stay that way. I have more important things to do than make sure you follow what Mom said. _Just to make sure I took a closer look at him and saw that his breathing was slow. Good. One less Who to worry about.

I went back to the dining room and saw all ninety-six sisters sitting to eat, before realizing that now I finally had time to get breakfast for myself. So I walked to the pantry and opened it. Nothing. No cereal left. The pancake batter was all used up; half was spilled on the counter while the other half was cooked into messy shapes that my sisters were now eating. There were no eggs or bacon in the fridge, nothing remotely related to breakfast items anywhere.

My stomach growled, and I scowled.


	4. Jojo hears an elephant

It was almost nine o'clock by the time everyone (besides me) was done eating breakfast. I had brought my dad some orange juice for him to drink when he woke up, instead of his usual coffee, which was bound to make him bounce off the walls. He was still sound asleep, so I tiptoed back down the winding staircase. All of my sisters had formed a sort of assembly line to wash their dishes, like my mom had taught each and every one of us. We do this instinctively now; for washing clothes and dishes, grocery shopping, even for showering. That was one good thing about having a huge family; everything always got done quickly and efficiently.

So what now? Now that breakfast was over, I guess my sisters would go play and do their own thing. As I expected, I saw a lot of little ones heading out to the backyard. They would need supervision I guess, and that's my job today. _Sigh. _So much for freedom this summer.

Outside the window in my room, there is a tall pink tree leading all the way up to the roof. Sometimes I climb it all the way to the top to get away from annoying Whos. I've had lots of practice getting to the roof, actually, ever since I was little. That's where I was heading now, with my Whopod in my pocket. I settled down on the tile and had a clear view of my sisters playing. Now that I really thought about it, this was kind of creepy. Oh well.

Not only could I see straight into the yards around my house, but I could see a lot of Whoville from all the way up here. I stared longingly for a moment at the old observatory, wishing I could be there instead of babysitting. Too bad I have responsibilities. I looked down again at the rainbow colors of fur that made up many Who girls.

By now I was feeling hungry and sort of tired. How did my parents put up with so many children? I'll never understand. I reached in my pocket and was about to put in my headphones, but suddenly, I heard a rather odd sound:

"H-hello? Hello-ooooo?"

Startled, I nearly fell off the roof. _What the heck?_

"Hey! Any Whos there?"

I took a second to compose myself, and realization hit me like a brick. It's Horton! Coming from the drain pipe. And Dad isn't around to answer him. Quickly I slid down the roof and back inside the house, then ran to my parents' room to get the funnel. Very carefully so not to wake the snoring mayor, I opened the door to the balcony outside of the room. I attached the funnel to the drain, and instantly the volume amplified.

"HELLO?!"

My head rang. I knew someone had to answer, and wished desperately that it wasn't me who had to do it. But I know my mom wants me to talk more...better start where I feel sort of comfortable. I cleared my throat and braced myself.

"...Horton?"

This was the first conversation I would have in like, what, a week? Now I wish Dad was awake right now.

"Jojo!" The elephant's voice replied merrily. "The mayor's son! Is that you?"

"Yeah...i-it's me."

"How you doin' buddy? Haven't heard from you guys in a few months."

"Uh, n-not so good, uh-" Ugh, I can barely form sentences, how pathetic.

"Oh, I know how hard it must be. Sharing one bathroom must be awful for ninety-nine people!"

_Is that a joke? _I was a little lost at what to say next. It's not that I don't like Horton, because I respect him a lot, but communicating verbally (and through a pipe) was not my ideal situation. My heart beat faster because I haven't replied yet.

"Anyway..." Horton continued, unfathomed by me freaking out. "Your mom spoke to me from the drain at the mayor's office. I heard that the mayor is sick. She wanted me to quickly check up on you guys."

_Really, mom, you send Horton to do that? _

I froze as one of my sisters yelled up to the balcony from the grass below. (Apparenly, me talking to a drain was going to get a lot of attention.) "Hey Jojo! Are you _talking_? Are you talking to _Horton_?! I want to talk to him!"

My heart skipped a beat. I held up one finger to tell her to shush, but five more sisters gathered around.

"Your sisters are here too?" Horton asked. "Hi, girls!"

"HI HORTON!" The group roared.

"I guess you're all doing just fine, huh? Hey Jojo, tell your dad I said hi! I climbed all the was up to Mount Nool to talk to him! But... I guess he's too sick so, maybe next time?"

"Y-yeah. I'll let him know-"

"HORTON!" Zita yelled up. "Can you make it snow again? Pleeease?"

"Hm? In the summer?" Horton asked her, puzzled.

"Yeah, it's way too hot out here," Rita added dramatically.

"Okay! It gets cooler up the mountain, so I'll take you up there!"

All of the sudden, I was swept off my feet as the world seemed to turn sideways. I held on tight to the railing on the balcony, but lost my grip and fell down to the grass. My sisters had tumbled away and were now sitting in a pile of fur. I wasn't all that hurt, so I got up and ran over to my sisters. All of them seemed okay. _What was all that for?_

"Oops! Sorry guys, I almost forgot how tiny you are! Well, that's a lie, elephants never forget!" Horton was apparently carrying us on a clover and was now on the move.

I sighed impatiently. This reminds me of last year, when the world was always moving, until we were finally left in peace at the top of the mountain thanks to Horton. I hated that feeling of the city being unstable. But at least we don't have to worry about beezlenut oil anymore.

We waited a few minutes, and then, the air around us grew chilly. Tiny white specks began to fall, and I suddenly wondered if bringing snow to Whoville was a good idea. Would the other citizens like the unexpected climate change? The snow began to fall faster now, quickly building up. My sisters immediately ran to get their sleds and scarves. I looked around worriedly at how the neighbors were reacting. A few nearby were suddenly wearing scarves too, out of nowhere. _Right, I forgot. No need to panic. Nothing bad ever happens in Whoville._

"H...how's that?" Horton panted, I guess exhausted from his vertical run up the mountain.

"Yay, snow! Thanks Horton!" Zita was putting on her scarf, which of course matched her soft purple fur.

"Happy to oblige, little Whos! Now I've got to go now, my students need me. Bye-bye! And Jojo, don't forget to tell your dad I said hi!"

"Y-yeah, Horton, I won't. Bye-bye." I called up to the drain a little too loudly for my comfort, to make sure he could hear me. The elephant was gone.

"Oo-oooh, Jojo talked!" Rita taunted. "Did Horton use his magic on you?"

_Big deal... _(I wish I was this sarcastic out loud.) _Getting you to shut up would be a real trick. _

"Whatever." I just turned and walked away, not wanting to speak any more with her. She was 4 years younger than me, after all. I had better things to do than entertain her.


	5. Summer snow

I stared up at the sky as the little snowflakes fell, half wondering how Horton managed to have snow fall on demand, half wondering if it was going to stop anytime soon. Sure, snow was pretty, but I wasn't particularly fond of cold weather, especially in the middle of June when things were supposed to be warm and sunny. My sisters were yelling and playing all around me, and were having a great time. I should probably check up on my dad though, shouldn't I?

"SNOOOW?!" _Crap, _I cursed silently, looking back up at the balcony I had fallen off of. Of course, my dad couldn't have slept through all the Horton-snow nonsense. The mayor was peeking his head out of the door, a dazed and surprised look on his face. The cold wind blew his brown and blue fur, and his tie (which he never took off). I waved both of my hands at him to catch his attention. My dad spotted me and waved back. I motioned for him to go back inside the house but he, of course, ignored me and continued to watch my sisters play.

Growling slightly, I ran through the front door, up the stairs, and into my parents' room once again. "Hey Jo," Dad greeted me. "Isn't it great? Snow. Snooooow. I love snow. I wish I wasn't sick so I could go play in the snow. Like you guys."

_Are you loopy from those pills you've been taking? _I sighed and walked up to him. I pushed the door to the balcony closed, and as I looked through the glass outside I noticed that the snow was easing up a little. There was still a decent amount on the ground, but the snowflakes seemed to have stopped.

Dad sat himself on top of the covers. His face was tired and his eyes glazed. I placed my hand on his forehead, and felt a throbbing warmth. Certainly still sick, and in no condition to go to work. That meant he would probably be home tomorrow too. Which meant more babysitting for me.

So much for freedom this summer.

"Jojo, why is it snowing?" Finally, my dad was thinking logically. I was about to shrug off the question, but he seemed to be serious this time, and focused when looked at me. _Tell him. _I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

"Has something happened beyond Whoville?" Dad pressed.

I nodded, and pointed to the funnel outside.

"Horton? Why didn't you wake me?" He sprang out of the bed in a rush of stripes. Startled, I froze for a moment before chasing after him. The chilly air blew into the room as he threw open the door and went over to the funnel attached to the drainpipe. "Hello! Horton, it's me, the Mayor!" He was interrupted by coughs as I approached him, and I grabbed his hand and shook my head. Horton was gone already.

"Jojo I need to talk to him, there's snow in the summer, and according to Dr. LaRue this is not an occurrence that should come naturally in the summer." The Mayor looked down at me sternly. "Has he said anything?"

_Yes, Dad, don't worry about it! _I nodded gently and smiled, and opened my mouth again to speak.

"...What did he say?" Dad asked.

I took a deep breath.

"Daddy!" One of my sisters suddenly yelled up at the balcony. "Look at my snow-who! Isn't she pretty?" She stood proudly next to a mound of snow that was as tall as she was, with a few rocks pushed into it in an attempt of a face.

"Beautiful, Hilda!" Dad answered a bit hoarsely.

"Horton made it snow, Daddy! He talked through the drain!" Another sister squealed excitedly.

"Yeah, and Jojo talked back to him. No fair! He doesn't say _anything_, why did he get to talk Horton?"

The sickly mayor's blue eyes grew wide with surprise. He looked from my sisters back down to me. "You talked to him?"

My smile faded slowly. Why does everyone make such a big deal when I talk? It's not like it's a huge accomplishment; people talk every day. Well, I don't, but who cares? I nodded anyway in response.

"Wow. I wish you had woken me Jojo. I know I'm sick but... I kinda miss Horton, y'know?"

_Oh. _I nodded again, and followed him as he turned to go back inside. Maybe I _should_ have woken him. He was still the mayor after all, and anything that goes on in Whoville must be reported to him. But I reminded myself that Mom talked to Horton too. All Dad should worry about now was getting some rest and feeling better.

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><p>The darkness of the night was beginning to take over as the orange sky faded away. Most of the snow had melted away and the hot June air returned. My sisters returned to the house, wet and tired from the snow, just in time for dinner, which of course wasn't prepared since Mom is not here. I was in the kitchen now, boiling water in preparation for several boxes of macaroni and cheese. I looked up at the large grandfather clock. Six-thirty. It would be two and a half hours before Mom got home. Dinner was all up to me. Or, so I thought.<p>

"Let me help you make dinner, Jojo!" Holly yelled, which made me jump. Jeez, this girl was probably the direct opposite of me; loud, obnoxious, and irresponsible. Well, I should give her credit for wanting to help me out. I nodded reluctantly at the second-oldest kid and moved out of the way. Together we made a huge batch of macaroni without making that big of a mess. Then Holly, five more older Whos and I made ninety-seven whonut butter sandwiches, to make dinner a little bigger. It was pretty pitiful, but hey, how else would a few teenage Whos feed ninety-seven kids?

Needless to say, I was exhausted from making all that food, even if I did have help. I once again had no idea how Mom managed to make dinner for all of us. Breakfast and lunch we always prepared for ourselves, but Mom always insisted on making us a nice dinner, every night. Hopefully us older kids managed to make tonight decent enough. At least I managed to save some food for myself this time.

After dinner, there was more assembly lines as every Who got ready for bed. Nine o'clock was finally approaching. I watched as the ninety-six girls got into their beds, some climbing ladders to reach the topmost bunks. Hopefully there wouldn't be trouble with the little ones-

"Jojo, I'm not sleepy." The third youngest daughter, named Ginny, complained. She looked up at me, grasping her Who doll in her hands. "I don't want to go to bed."

_Sorry. _I smiled sympathetically and walked her to her bed near the door of the room. It was on the bottom bunk so I picked her up and placed her on it, and brought the covers over her body. She kicked them off violently. I sighed, slightly frustrated.

"Will you tell me a story?" she asked. I shook my head, knowing I couldn't manage to speak for that long. "Pleeease?"

_You know I can't. _I shook my head again, and brought the blanket over her once more.

"Butthead," she insulted me.I sighed again and turned to Hedy, whose bed was right next to Ginny's. I smiled at her and tucked her in. At least she wasn't complaining.

Everyone else seemed to finally be situated, so I tiptoed out of the girls' room, turning the light off behind me.

"JOJO!" Someone from the back yelled. "Can you get me some water?"

"Me too!"

"Me three!"

"Me ten!"


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